Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2006 17:04:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brads Idol  Chapter Thirteen

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Chapter Thirteen: Brad's Idol


It was close to the day I would be headed back to university and school.
This year was a lot different than other years when school would begin.  In
the past I dreaded school because of the problems; I knew that sooner or
later Dad would have his belt working its 'magic' on my bare butt.  This
year was different, I could read and read well.  Uncle Ray had already let
me know that he had done all he could by getting me help, now it was up to
me.  If Dad did get one of those awful notes and worked my butt over, there
would be only one person to blame, me.  I understood that and was going
back with the attitude it would not happen this year.

About two nights before I was to leave I was playing in the tub, actually I
was trying to float in a bubble bath, when I heard the phone ring.  I
didn't pay much attention to what Uncle Ray was saying until I realized he
was talking to Dad.  The little bit I did get told me I was either going
home the next morning or a week from the next morning.  I tried not to
think about it but that didn't work.  Getting out of the tub I grabbed a
towel and headed for the living room, getting there just as Uncle Ray hung
up the phone.

"Uncle Ray, was that my dad?"  I said this as I was climbing into his lap.

"Whoa, kid.  How about you go back and at least rinse the soap off.  I
don't mind you bringing me the towel to dry you off, but at least rinse off
the soap."

"But, what did..."

"Rinse the soap off, now go."  I knew better than to argue and ran back to
rinse off.  He was right, I hadn't bothered when I got out of the tub, and
it only took a minute.  Then I ran back to the living room.

"Yes, that was your dad.  How would you like to stay here an extra five or
six days?"

"Great!  But why, what's Dad doing?"

"Well, it seems he has a couple of things going on.  Of course, exams just
ended and it appears there's a small group getting together and going to
somebody's parents' weekend retreat for some fun -- that translates to a
party, but not the kind you normally go to."

"What else is he doin'?"

"He's trying to get another apartment for this year.  Evidently the school
bought one of the local apartment complexes and is turning it into married
student housing.  He said if he can get one it will give you more room plus
there's a playground and a pool."

"That'd really be great, too bad he waited 'til now to do it.  Did he say
who was going on the trip?"

"He mentioned some names, some I know and some I don't.  There was Kathy,
Sandy, David, Paul, and I think he said Aisha, and I don't remember the
others.  He did say some would have to use sleeping bags.  He's been dating
Kathy for quite a while now hasn't he?  What do you think of her?"

"Yeah, they've been goin' out for over a year now.  She's not bad I guess,
but her kids are somethin' else though.  She has a daughter named Laura,
she's a real snooty witch."

"Brad!... that's not very nice."

"Well, it's true.  She thinks she is really it.  Her nose is stuck up so
high it's a wonder she can see where she's goin'.  She's smart and makes
good grades from what I hear, but she's a real bitch."

"Brad! .... Be nice, son."

"I am.  I'm goin' into the fifth grade so she has to be goin' into the
seventh or eighth, but she really thinks a lot of herself -- good thing,
'cause no body else does.  Now, the one to see is her brother, he's a year
younger than me."

"And what makes him so special that I need to see him?"

"Well, I'm not sure I can describe him and I've only seen him at school;
he's a year behind me.  Uncle Ray, you need to prop your feet up so I can
lean back on your legs; yeah, that's better.  Uncle Ray, if you want to you
can play with me some."

"Gee, thanks.  Are you trying to tell me something?"  I grinned and nodded
my head, then I reached out and gave him a hug and a raspberry.

"Slow down, kid.  You were telling me about Kathy and her kids."

"Why do you want to know, they're just kids."  Uncle Ray just shrugged his
shoulders and I began to wonder.  "Well, do you remember asking me if I
knew what 'fag' or 'queer' meant?  That's what they call him, his name is
Larry.

You'd have to see him. When he talks it's this real high voice like a girl
and his hand flops around like his wrist is broken."  While telling him
this, of course, I'm also giving mocking demonstrations.  "...and when he
walks down the street his butt swings back and forth, and I don't mean just
from one side of the sidewalk to the other.  He swings his butt from one
side of the street to the other, like this..." I swing my butt across the
front of him mocking the way Larry walks.  "... and his clothes.  They
should save their money buying him clothes, and I don't mean because he
likes to go naked like me; they should just give him his sister's old
clothes."

"Okay, mister nice guy, I get the picture.  Uncle Ray, you can still play
with me if you want."  Just then he reached out and grabbed both nips and
twisted them, and I do mean TWISTED them.

"OOOWWWWWW!! ... that hurt!  You're not supposed to do that.  You're
supposed to get them wet and rub them."  Then I reached out and gave his
nips a quick twist.  Before he could react I jumped forward and locked both
arms around his neck and held on for dear life.  I didn't think about the
fact he could still grab both cheeks and start pulling them.  We both
started laughing and we played that night before going to bed.

When we did go to bed I didn't spoon with my back to him as normal.  I was
facing him with one arm around his neck and the other around his chest.  I
could feel the chest hair rubbing against me and liked it.  He had his hand
down cupping my butt; sometimes he'd scratch it and sometimes he tickled my
crack, but it felt good.

"Uncle Ray, do you think my dad is going to get married again?"

"I don't know Brad.  What I do know is your dad seems to have dated Kathy
longer than most girls I've seen him go out with."

"But, I don't want him to get married.  I like it just the way it is with
you, me and him.  Why does he have to get married and mess it up?"

"Well, first you're assuming that he is getting married and we don't know
that, do we?  Also, you're saying what it is you want, have you thought
about your dad?  You know when you get unhappy or lonely you usually come
up here, your dad can't do that.  Don't you think he deserves a little
happiness too?"

"Maybe, I guess so... but, I still like it the way it is."

"Well, how about we don't worry about it now since we don't really know
what he's doing.  He'll let us know when the time is right."

With that he just lightly rubbed my butt and back while I fell asleep.



Those extra few days were great.  We did go out and buy some new school
clothes, saw a couple of movies and went out for dinner a couple of nights.
The best times were when we were at home.  Every night I could get him to
play with me in a different way.  One night he even played with me till I
was exhausted and then gave me a powder massage.  I loved straddling his
lap and dropping backwards with his knees in the small of my back.  I would
let my head drop towards the floor and my arms just splayed out into the
air.

He would give me raspberries, play with my nips till I thought they would
fall off, and the feel of his fingers and nails moving all over my body was
just out of this world.  Every night I would get a stiffy so bad that it
hurt and every night I would just absolutely lose it, spewing out gibberish
and whimpering like a lost puppy.  Eventually I'd sit up and while
whimpering and usually drooling on him I'd hump with all I had.  The thing
I would remember was him holding me and telling me to calm down.

Sometimes he'd let me play with him some.  One night I sat up without him
expecting it and leaned over putting my mouth over his nip.  I sucked in
real quick and bit down.  I thought he hollered because of the surprise, I
didn't think about a gentle nibble -- I just chomped.  These were the
nights I loved; these were the nights I felt free and alive.  Free because
I didn't have a care in the world and alive because he made my body tingle
all over.  There was no doubt I was the luckiest kid around.



When it was time to go back to university, Uncle Ray took me rather than
putting me on the bus.  This was a little strange because at the end of
these long visits, Dad usually came and got me.  We didn't go to our
regular apartment, but drove to a newer complex.  Uncle Ray said Dad had
given him the directions to the new place.  I looked around and there was a
playground and swimming pool, and lots of other kids, too.  When we walked
into the apartment I don't think there is any way to adequately described
how I felt.  My worst fears were confirmed, my dad got married, and I was
beyond livid.

Now, you may ask why would I be upset, he's the one who got married and
he's the adult, right?  Well, first thing I noticed was that most of our
furniture wasn't there, but her's was.  The pictures we had hanging on the
walls in our apartment were not there, but her's were.  In the kitchen I
didn't recognize one glass, plate or piece of silver; and the chocolate
chip cookies dad always kept for me were gone.

When I looked in one of the bedrooms I found my bed with my cover.  None of
my wall hangings were to be found and my chest of drawers was sitting in
the closet with half the drawers filled with someone else's clothes.  In
the next couple of days I would discover that a lot of my old clothes and
my toys were gone.  Looking around the room there was another bed; I was
sharing a room with the wimp.

Kathy had gone through everything and decided what I could and could not
have.  I was so mad that I was beyond crying.  During the next two weeks I
became the most obnoxious, uncooperative, arrogant, bull headed
mad-at-the-world kid you could ever imagine.  Dad kept threatening to put a
belt to my butt and I didn't care.  Kathy would tell me what I had to do
and when, and I made sure I did the opposite.  Things were really getting
bad, then I heard dad on the phone.

"Ray, if you don't want to attend your nephews funeral, I suggest you take
him for a few days and see if you can straighten him out before I kill him.
He is the most arrogant, bull headed little son of a bitch anyone could
have the displeasure of meeting.  There's no school on Monday and I'm
keeping him out of class on Friday.  Tomorrow afternoon I'm picking him up
as soon as schools out and putting him on the bus.  I hope he has some
clothes up there or he can wear the same thing the whole weekend, because
I'm not bringing him back here to pack."  Dad wasn't upset, he was plain
pissed.

Hallelujah, I get to stay with Uncle Ray!



Uncle Ray picked me up at the bus station and I could tell immediately that
this wasn't going to be a normal weekend with Uncle Ray.  He greeted me
like he normally does but there appeared to be a stand-offishness with him.
I didn't say anything right then, mainly because I had no idea what to say.
We stopped on the way home for some dinner and then headed home.  When we
got in he told me I needed to go get my bath.  This is what really clued me
into trouble, he always got his bath first.

I don't know how long I had been in the tub, but it had been a while.  Hot
water had been added at least twice so I didn't freeze. He came in and
checked on me a couple of times; I knew he wasn't joining me 'cause he was
still dressed.  I just sat there and I'm not sure if I was trying to figure
a way out of this, whatever 'this' was, or if I was just trying to avoid
having to face him.  I had a sneaky suspicion he wasn't happy with me right
now but I wasn't totally sure why.  Then I heard bare feet coming down the
hall, funny how you don't pay attention to those sounds unless they may be
foreboding.  He came in, sat down behind me and pulled me up onto his lap.
He added more hot water; I think he planned on being here a while.

"Uncle Ray, are you mad with me?"

"Brad, I don't think mad is really the word.  I'm a little upset with you
if you've been doing the things your dad has told me.  That's not being
mad, that's being disappointed."

"What did he say?"

"He said you've been an obnoxious little shit for the past two weeks; ever
since I took you home."

"But Uncle Ray, he..."

"Brad, hold it right there.  We're not getting into this tonight.  We've
both had a long day and when we get out of this tub we are going into the
living room and watch a little television and then to bed.  Tomorrow we
will get up, have some breakfast, and then talk a little.  But make no
mistake, we will be talking about this matter this weekend.  I'll be fair
and tell you you're not the only one I'm upset with right now."

I wondered who else he was upset with but knew better than to ask right
then.  We did go to the living room and sat on the sofa.  He let me sit in
that special little seat he used to make for me and put his arm around me,
but wouldn't let me straddle his lap.  That meant no playing tonight.
After a few minutes he lay down on the sofa and I stretched out against
him, this was my secure position.

Friday morning I went to work with him; it's a good thing I still kept
clothes there.  I didn't go to the courthouse or anywhere with anyone, but
stuck close by Uncle Ray.  We did go out to lunch with one of his old
clients who I liked a lot.  He asked why I wasn't in school and Uncle Ray
told him there wasn't any down there that day; that was a lie but better
than letting him know I was in trouble, kinda.

We left the office a little early and headed for home.  I was ready to get
home and comfortable, in other words strip.  When we got there Uncle Ray
said for me to stay dressed.  He went in and changed from his business suit
to some jeans and sneakers with a pullover and then called me into the
living room.  Keeping me in front of him with his hands on my hips he told
me that sometimes when he had a lot on his mind it helped to go for a walk
and see if the fresh air wouldn't help sort things out.  The rib place we
liked was only two streets up and three or four streets over, so we walked.
I don't know if it helped sort things out, but it did make me feel more
relaxed.  I had a strange feeling that both of us wanted to say something,
but neither of us had figured out how.  When we got home we hit the tub
together.

Uncle Ray let me lay against him while he bathed me.  When he got out he
told me I could stay in for a few minutes and I decided there might be a
hint there, so I stayed.  Shortly he came in with a warm towel and I knew
things would be getting better.  He dried me off while I straddled his lap,
then he brought his feet up so I could lean back on his legs.

"Now, do you want to tell me what's going on in that little head of yours?"

Well, that night the flood gates opened.  All the pent up feelings of
anger, frustration and betrayal came pouring out together with all the
tears anyone could ever have.  Sometimes I leaned back against his legs
with him wiping the tears from my face, sometimes the tears ran down my
stomach, and sometimes I held him and they fell on him.  He let me keep
going without saying a word, letting me change position at will, and when
it was all over he told me I had said one short phrase that pretty much
summed up the whole problem: "I felt unwanted and left out."

"Brad, do you have it all out now?...is there anything else you want to
say?"

"I don't think so."

"Okay, I think you've had enough for tonight, so now we're just going to
sit here and relax.  We're not going to talk about it any more until
tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah.  Uncle Ray, will you just hold me for a little while?"

He gave me a squeeze and let me stay right where I was.  He did turn on the
television eventually, but he didn't even try to move me, letting me do
what was comfortable for me.  After a little while I did turn around and
drop into the special seat, leaning against him.  He wrapped his arm around
me and I was content.

Over the next two and a half days we did talk some more.  Actually we
talked a lot, but not always at the house.  We went to the park and walked
and sat on the bench by the river. We also went downtown, walked along the
river and had dinner down there Sunday.  Now, I don't remember him telling
me anything.  He just kept asking me questions and I had to figure out the
answers.  This way, I was really reasoning out the answers to my own
problems.

The real problem was that my whole world had been turned upside down and I
was just expected to accept it because that's the way it was.  No one had
even mentioned the possibility of getting married or asked what I thought
about getting a step-mother and an instant family.  Add on top of that
losing my bedroom and having to share with the wimp.  I admitted to Uncle
Ray I was being a little selfish and Dad had a right to be happy too, but I
still didn't think it was right for him to tell me I had to just accept it
because that's the way it was going to be.  Uncle Ray made me promise not
to be such a little shit when he took me back and if there was a problem
not to show my ass.  He didn't normally talk to me this way, so I knew he
was serious and trying to make a point.  I had to promise to either call
him or talk to my dad if there was a problem.  He did agree I had a
legitimate complaint; the real problem was I didn't handle it right.

Monday morning came and I wasn't thrilled, this was the day I had to go
back.  Uncle Ray didn't work because it was a holiday, he was going to take
me home.  When we got up he made his usual trip to the living room with a
cup of coffee to watch the news.  I got up and walked in half asleep.  I
didn't care about the news, but I did care about being next to him.  I
climbed up in his lap and made myself comfortable, leaning my head into his
shoulder.  When he asked me if I was ready to get dressed and go I told him
no, I just wanted to stay next to him for a little longer.  He lay on the
sofa and I stretched out against him, falling asleep within a few minutes.
I woke up still wrapped in his arms.



When we got back to university and walked into the apartment Dad was
sitting on the sofa.  I walked in a few steps and then stood there looking
at him, wanting him to say something.  After a couple of minutes he just
looked up and told me to put my things in my room.  No hello, no how are
you, not even a get outta my sight.  Tears began welling up as I took my
stuff to my room.  I started back to the living room when I heard the two
of them going at it and decided to duck into the kitchen.  Kathy was in the
kitchen and the look on her face said she was shocked at the way Dad and
Uncle Ray were arguing; evidently she didn't know that Uncle Ray wasn't
afraid to speak his mind to Dad.

"You know that boy was standing there waiting for you to acknowledge him."

"I did, I told him to put his stuff away."

"That's not what I'm talking about and you know it."

"Listen, the way he's been acting like a little shit the past two weeks,
he's lucky I speak at all."

"Okay, he was a little shit the past two weeks, and now your acting like a
big shit.  Don't you know that boy worships the ground you walk on?  When
was the last time you took a little time just for the two of you and let
him know what he means to you?  In the past two weeks you've threatened to
beat the hell out of him with that magic belt of yours; how many times did
you try to sit down with him and figure out what was wrong?  You say he's
bull headed .... wonder where he gets it."

"If he had a problem he could come talk to me.  If he didn't that's his
fault."

"You know, for some one that's supposed to be so intelligent, you can be
mighty dumb sometimes.  You turn the kid's whole world upside down without
any warning and then say you can't understand why he's upset.  You're
supposed to be the adult, don't expect him to assume the responsibility of
acting first, he's too young to understand."

At this point Kathy took me by the hand and asked if I thought we should
clear out, I just nodded and she lead me through the living room and out
the front door.  When Dad hollered out wanting to know where we were going,
she didn't say anything, but kept on moving.

Now I knew who else Uncle Ray was upset with besides me.  I don't know what
all got said between Dad and Uncle Ray.  Kathy and I hit the Dairy Queen,
she got each of us a cone and we sat on a bench in the shade.

"Brad, how often does this happen between your dad and Ray?  Seems like
they were ready to do battle back there."

I had to laugh a little.  "They don't do it much, they're too good a
friends.  You know how Dad can be, not many people would dare talk to him
like that.  In fact, Uncle Ray is the only one I know."

"I think we should sit here a few minutes and let them work this out or
destroy the house, whichever they decide.  How was your trip to see Ray?
Did it help? "

"Trips to Uncle Ray are always good.  We talked a lot and I admitted I was
being a little difficult..."

"Careful, kiddo, you might be understating things there."

"Okay, so I was being an ass.  But, how would you feel?  My whole life has
been changed and nobody even said a word to me about what was happening or
going to happen, and what would happen to me."

"I know, your dad and I talked about this before we got married.  I thought
we should wait till you got back and be there.  We also needed to talk and
let you, and the other kids, know and get comfortable with the idea.  You
know, Larry and Laura are having a little problem with it, too."

'They are?"

"Yes, and I imagine for the same reasons.  Larry was upset because we got
rid of some of his stuff too.  Because of your ages and that your both
boys, university housing says you have to share a room.  There just wasn't
enough room for everything.  As far as some of your posters go, they're
rolled up and stored in the hall closet.  We can pull them out and hang
them when you're ready."

"Kathy, I'm sorry if I was a little ugly to you.  I was really pissed off
with my dad.  He still won't say anything to me or talk to me.  When we get
back there's no telling what kind of mood he'll be in.  If he starts
getting upset, Uncle Ray will just ignore it and tell him tough, then keep
going."

"Well, I'll say this.  If he's in that kind of mood then we'll just keep
going to.  We can go out for dinner and just leave him there to stew.  And,
Brad, I am sorry about throwing some of your stuff out; we should have
waited.  I'll give a little so things can settle down, but do you think you
can give a little too?"

"Yeah, I'll try.  I just wish Dad would try too."

I don't know everything or really anything that was said after Kathy and I
left.  Uncle Ray did tell me he saw us leave with my hand in hers and
thought that was a good start.  I let him know Kathy and I talked while we
were out and were trying to work things out.  When we did get back Dad and
Uncle Ray were sitting on the sofa drinking a beer and watching television.
The two of them were acting like they hadn't been hollering at each other
at all.

When I walked in I stood there for a minute until Uncle Ray motioned for me
to come over and sit next to him.  He put me between him and Dad and I
pushed myself against Uncle Ray as hard as I could; I didn't want Dad
getting mad with me.  After a few minutes Uncle Ray's arm left my shoulder
and I heard him slap Dad's shoulder.  Soon, Dad reached down and squeezed
my leg just above the knee and patted my leg a couple of times.  I just
looked at him for a couple of minutes until he looked down at me and
smiled.  Without thinking, I got on my knees and wrapped my arms around his
neck; tears silently ran down my face.  He sat there and held me; that was
the first time I could remember him doing that in a long, long time.

When it was time for Uncle Ray to leave, Dad and I walked him out.  On the
edge of the walk I jumped up into his arms, wrapping my arms and legs
around him.  I gave him a big wet raspberry and a kiss on the neck.  "Love
you ... and, thanks."

As we went back inside Dad wanted to know what that was I did to Uncle Ray.
I told him it was a raspberry and we did it to one another all the time,
but not in public.  "Try it sometime ... it's fun."  He did it to me later
that night.


End Chapter Thirteen

To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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